She walked to the stone platform and gently held the hilt of the Sword of Victory. She felt a warmth in her palm, and she also felt the "joy" of the holy sword.
Without even using any force, she pulled the holy sword out of the stone platform.
Soft light emerged from all around, converging into a torrent of light, rushing towards Gray from all directions.
Seeing Gray holding the sword of victory, the grandmother fell to her knees with tears streaming down her face. Her fanatical and twisted smile looked creepy.
The villagers did the same, kneeling on the ground one after another and chanting the name of the Eternal King loudly.
Different from them, Bielsak frowned tightly. After a brief hesitation, he put the ax in his hand, his back straight, his right hand clenched in front of his chest, his head slightly lowered.
Kneel down on one knee, like a knight swearing allegiance to the new king.
The light dissipated, and Gray held the holy sword blankly, looking at the people kneeling on the ground, and finally looked at the spiritual king sitting on the throne.
That is the King of Spirits. Although his whole body is covered by a heavy and solid armor, he can still see similarities with himself.
Regarding the existence of the Spiritual King, Gray only felt shocked and afraid. There was such an underground space in her hometown, and there were even people like herself who had a close relationship with King Arthur. She had never known any of these things before.
Known.
But now she had a different feeling in her heart. How could she be the same as herself? They were just bound.
"Um……"
"It's all about taking it easy. Think about it. He hasn't lost much time now. He is free now."
Bell subconsciously called you.
"his name is?"
"Do you have a name? You are the spirit of the king. Just like he is the body of the king."
I confessed so fiercely.
"Magdalena's plea does not mean anything, but it is less for your purpose."
Before Hong Yi pulled out Mikael's holy sword, everything went smoothly. The villagers outside the village looked at Bell with more and more piety. This coldness almost made you feel like you were in the human world.
A walking spirit.
"He got the holy sword."
"Your name is Bell!"
"Mr. Hong Yigre..."
"You are not acting according to the government's ideas. Yes, the other party's information is given to you for free. It should be said that your interests are consistent."
………
Before a brief silence, Hong Yigre spoke.
Bell repeated it and murmured to himself.
………
It was not close to dusk at that time, and the smoke from birds and cooking fires had not yet risen outside the village. It looked like a thin silver mist, which reduced the mystery a bit.
"As for the first stop, how about going to the Clock Tower? As the host, you can't entertain him badly. Of course, you can't help him if he stays in the Clock Tower to learn magic."
The King of Spirits stopped, but did not turn around. He still had this calm and cold tone.
After leaving her grandma's house, Bell exhaled heavily and then patted her chest heavily.
"Is nothing wrong?"
King Arthur on the side stretched out his hand and tore off the cobweb casually.
"Mr. Hong Yijiao...?"
"He is no longer in the body of the king. He is not Bell."
You still don't have any fear in your heart about your little grandma. If Mr. King Arthur had argued hard, you would have been allowed to leave the village no matter what.
Such coldness made Bell even more distressed.
The two of them walked along the country road for some distance, and suddenly they arrived at the foot of the hill surrounding the village. They stood outside and saw the village above.
Hong Yigre nodded, but did not acknowledge my words.
After a while, Bell looked at Hong Yigre who was about to turn around and leave, and mustered up the courage to ask.
Thackeray looked at Bell, sighed, and his tone seemed to become calmer.
………
"Is it to stop it?"
"You will go back right away."
"So, I don't have a chance to see you again."
After standing for about seven minutes, there was a sound of light footsteps in front of him. Bell turned around and saw an unfamiliar figure.
Hong Yijiao smiled, then reached out and touched Hong Yi's head.
"You are the gravekeeper of Blackmoya, but you are also a magician rooted in that land.
Hearing Hong Yi call my name, the old tombkeeper shrank his shoulders.
"As expected of the king of Animusfia, he really has a sharp eye."
You stood up, turned around and walked deeper into the temple.
"But now that he has become the new king, such rules have no meaning to him."
"Of course, the same is true for the new king who appears."
Bell looked at the struggling butterfly, a determined look flashed in his eyes.
"Therefore, as a manager since ancient times, you want to prioritize the tranquility of that land as much as possible. Even if Mikael wakes up from his long sleep one day, this should be a blessing."
"The world is so small. If you just stay outside the village, you will see fewer and uglier scenery."
Bell stood firm, wrung his hands together, and looked at his toes with his head raised.
"Are they out there?"
"Mr. Sakhongyi, why do you want to help you?"
The King of Spirits stared at you and suddenly spoke, his voice cold and cold, without any emotion.
You turned your head slightly, then walked towards the deepest part of the temple again, disappearing into the white darkness outside.
Suddenly Hong Yijiao smiled and said.
Thackeray looked up at Bell and lowered his eyes.
"You are distant relatives who have no connection with the British government. Since that village is in conflict with the Holy Church, we will provide you with some conveniences from time to time."
After a pause, the former spiritual king continued,
(Gravekeeper at Blackmoya Cemetery·End) "Wait a minute..."
Hearing Sak Gray's words, Bell raised his head consciously and said loudly.
"It would be a pity if such a beautiful butterfly was eaten by a spider, wouldn't it?"
You have few words to say to the King of Spirit, but maybe your own experience is too shallow, but you know what you should say.
Without giving Bell another chance to speak, Saggre shook his head, turned around and left.
"It's just a little effort."
"If that's the case, the farce will have started, so there's no need for you to exist here."
The butterfly caught in the spider's web will eventually flap its wings and fly again.
"I'm sure you guessed it correctly, Mr. Sackgre should be from the village and the church."
This was none other than the gravekeeper Sacgre. Although he was already very old, he was carrying a huge ax with one hand and the deer he had just hunted with his other hand.
You look up at the holy sword in your hand. What is the legendary Michael's weakest holy sword, the perfect king, thinking about when he holds that holy sword?
After hearing King Arthur's words, Hong Yi raised his head,
Perhaps it was his own illusion, but Bell seemed to see the corner of the Spirit King's mouth curl up in a slightly measurable arc.
"Thank him, Mr. King Arthur."
"By the way, since Bell can't leave that village, he will probably come back again. He doesn't belong there."
"As for that purpose, I think you can guess a little bit."
"Mr. Thackeray?"
"Qingzi made a super sumptuous dinner today."
King Arthur reached out and touched Hong Yi's hair heavily, and said softly,
But the only thing that is uncertain is whether this king must be as confused as himself.
But the harder you struggle, the stronger the bondage becomes.
"The sun is not going to set yet. If you continue to stay outside, you will have to follow the rules outside the village."
Bell looked at my leaving figure, his lips pursed slightly,
"You want to delay Hong Yijiao's resurrection."
"Let's go, you can go back too."
In order to get that opportunity, it was difficult. We even brought out the historical fact that Mikael once went on a pilgrimage. He was moved by emotion and understood with reason, and almost wore out his eight-inch tongue. In the end, King Arthur used a big weapon.
Magical means of regression assistance.
"Your purpose?"
On the way back, he passed by a forest. Hong Yi raised his head and saw a spider web. A colorful butterfly was stuck under the web, flapping its wings as hard as it could and struggling.
Bell suddenly plucked up the courage and shouted softly,
In the end, due to King Arthur's insistence and Magdalena's insistence, on the grounds that Bell's ability was sufficient to meet the king's requirements and he needed to retreat from the tour, he was given the opportunity to leave the village without being allowed to leave.
The jet-white spider hides in the bushes, stroking its fangs, staring at the prey that has fallen into the trap, waiting for you to completely lose the strength to resist.